On her knees
I learned to read,
As she helped me learn
That letters formed words and words
Carried you on adventures.
On her knee’s
I heard stories
Of the days when she was younger
When movies were silent
And you only paid a nickel.
On her knee’s
I discovered what being a
Granddaughter was
With only the love
Nonna could give.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
June.3.05
In Memory of Ethel B Verbeck
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